Write about the beauty of summer in no less than 100 words?

Summer is coming, the eyes are full of green, and it is another vivid summer.

The summer sun is very hot, like fire coal, very dazzling. The summer wind is also hot, and you don't feel the cool breath. Summer is also a rainy season, and the summer rainstorm is fine and dense, as big as a coin, and when you look down, wow!

The rain on the ground was like a river, and I saw a sea of earth loess yellow on the road in the city.

The mountains in summer, lofty mountains, rolling and undulating, are very spectacular, and they are really beautiful! In summer, the trees are very lush and lush, and it is also a great place to enjoy the shade. In the summer, the grass grows so tall that it doesn't even reach our children's heads, and it's amazing that the grass grows little by little and becomes more and more lush.

The flowers in summer are very bright, splendid, colorful, roses, lilies, marans, etc., especially marlan, there is a deeper blue than pen water, very beautiful, the crops are growing gratifying, the corn is tall and big, the wheat has also grown taller, see this picture, it is simply beautiful!

The little animals are enjoying the summer, breeding offspring, butterflies dancing, dragonflies playing on the water, bees collecting honey, it is really a romantic summer.

Summer, you're so beautiful! You are a colorful butterfly and I love summer.

I like I like I like, spring summer, spring spring, but also like fruity autumn, I prefer the scorching summer summer flowers, blooming summer wind cool silk, very comfortable people feel the cool sun vicious and vicious five we also eat, in the cool ice cream under the tree to spend time, hot puppy sticks out the tongue summer is a girl to wear formal said yes, good friends play downstairs, and the sky is not as dark as winter, not as dark as winter so early, play with friends, The time is even shorter.

Colorful Summer Although summer is muggy, it is colorful, and as long as you feel it with your heart, you will find it very charming.

Summer is red. Yang Wanli, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, wrote in a poem: "After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is not the same as the four seasons; The lotus leaves are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are different red.

You see, the pink lotus flowers are like fairies bathing in the lake in light veils. Delicate and shy, full of dripping, wafting with the wind with a burst of fragrance, refreshing people's spleen. Some buds are blooming; Some are ready to bloom, and the flower bones stretch out high like torches; Some compete to open, revealing delicate small lotus flowers.

Summer is green. If you walk into our school or not, you will find that the campus is covered in green: big trees and small trees are green, and the grass is also green.

The banyan tree is tall and straight, and when you look up, the bright green leaves of the tree shine in the sun, showing infinite vitality. The plane trees are as tall and green as the banyan trees, and their palm-like green leaves stretch out in all directions, leaving patches of shade on the campus. If the banyan tree is the mighty guardian of the campus, then the plane tree is the big green umbrella.

There are many other trees that have lost their yellowing from the winter, revealing the verdant green of a tree.

The waves in the sea are like a large cotton field that has just cracked peaches, and the white flowers are endless. Some naughty children, regardless of the three, seven, twenty-one, threw off their shoes, snatched the lifebuoy from their mother's hand, and threw themselves into the arms of the sea with bare feet and cheering.

It is yellow in the summer. The rice fields are golden, and from a distance they look like a golden carpet. The rice grains were so full that the stems were bent down, and suddenly a breeze blew, and the ears of rice seemed to nod their heads to people. Needless to say, this year's early rice is sure to be another bumper harvest year.

Summer is blue. After a thunderstorm, the rain is flowing quietly. When I looked up, the sky was so blue that it was intoxicating, and it was so blue that it reminded me of the hard training of the young navy of the junior military academy.

I think I've become a little painter with a palette in my hand, and I'm painting the summer scene: red is hope; What is white is pure; The blue one is broad; Yellow is brilliant; Green is healthy ......

I've become a little painter.